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$xhtml = array(
	'<{title}>' => 'Chastised by my own subconscious',
	'takedown' => '2017-11-01',
	'<{body}>' => <<<END
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<section id="dreams">
	<h2>Dream journal</h2>
	<p>
		Last night, I didn&apos;t go to bed, and instead spent all night doing something I knew I shouldn&apos;t.
		I guess I snapped under pressure again.
		I haven&apos;t really fully recovered from last week.
		This time, I&apos;m pretty sure I&apos;ll get everything handed in on time with little rushing.
		I&apos;m far enough ahead of schedule for that.
		Anyway, I&apos;d rather not say what I spent all those hours doing, but I was certainly out of control.
		I finally went to bed with about six hours before I needed to wake up and get ready for work; that&apos;d give me an hour and a half to get everything together and get moving, so I wouldn&apos;t be in a super rush, but there would be no time for my Tuesday errands.
	</p>
	<p>
		My dream was pretty much my brain chastising me for my actions though.
		It accurately labelled my relapse as one of an old addiction of mine, and in the dream, I was dealing with the effects of that relapse.
		I should be better than that.
		I need to be stronger.
	</p>
	<p>
		I woke up an hour before my alarm clock, so I had two and a half hours before work.
		It was long enough that my errands could be run without much risk that I&apos;d make it to work late, so I did that.
		I didn&apos;t get as much sleep as I probably should have though, which is theoretically bad for my weight loss efforts.
		Lack of sleep is supposed to be one of the common causes of weight gain, due to the absence of a hormone produced during restful sleep.
		I forget which one.
		I need to do better and get to sleep on time.
		On the plus side though, I noticed my breathing was a bit different today.
		I guess it was less heavy; less laborious.
		Granted, I might have been slightly delusional due to lack of sleep, so my observations should be taken with a grain of salt, but it could be a further sign of weight loss.
		Already, I&apos;ve improved ease of bending down, exposed the fat-induced crease under my breasts, loosened my rings, and now this.
		Things seem to be going well.
		I&apos;m not sure I mentioned the loose rings before, but my rings now slide on and off my fingers too easily.
		My fingers have gotten thinned, while my metal rings have not.
		Assuming my fat loss is almost proportional on all parts of my body, and assuming there wasn&apos;t much fat on my fingers to begin with as there&apos;s not much room for fat in something as thin as fingers once you add in all the bones, muscles, sinew, and such, the fat loss on my chest should be noticeable.
		Or, it should be noticeable to people that don&apos;t see me daily (as the change is too gradual with daily looks) and still sees me naked, which is no one.
		If I keep going, I should reach a proper size.
	</p>
</section>
<section id="drudgery">
	<h2>Drudgery</h2>
	<p>
		My discussion post for the day:
	</p>
	<blockquote>
		<p>
			I find your model very interesting.
			According to what it predicts, telephone calls of only a few seconds long would be the most common.
			Personally, I don&apos;t own a telephone, so I don&apos;t really know how long a telephone conversation normally lasts, but that would be a welcome relief from what I imagine telephone conversations to be like.
			Back in high school, I lived with my mother, and she always had telephone service.
			Only one person consistently called our home looking for me, and he always wanted to drag on for what felt like hours.
			Then again, my mother thought he had a crush on me, so if she was right, that could be why every call he made to me was so long.
			I never did enjoy telephone calls though, and would rather just talk to him when I saw him at school.
		</p>
	</blockquote>
</section>
END
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